I met Jake at the gym, both of us dripping sweat after late-night lifts. He was new in town, same as me, and we got talking over protein shakes. One thing led to another fast. Back at his place, the door barely shut before he shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard, tongue pushing deep like he owned my mouth already.
"Been thinking about this since you spotted me on the bench," he growled, yanking my shorts down. My cock sprang out, already leaking. He dropped to his knees and swallowed me whole, no teasing, just wet heat and tight suction. I groaned and grabbed his hair, fucking his face in short thrusts. Spit ran down his chin as he took me to the root, gagging but not stopping.
Jake stood up, spun me around, and bent me over the couch. "New to this?" he asked, voice rough. I nodded, heart pounding. He spat on his fingers and pushed two straight into my ass, stretching me open without mercy. It burned at first, then turned into something hotter, deeper. He worked them in and out, scissoring, getting me loose and slick.
"Want my cock?" he demanded. "Say it."
"Fuck me," I said, voice shaking. "Give it to me raw."
He didn't hesitate. The blunt head of his dick pressed against my hole and shoved in. One long, steady thrust buried him balls-deep. I yelled, the stretch intense, but he held still, letting me adjust while his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. Then he started pounding, deep and relentless, skin slapping skin with every stroke.
My own cock swung heavy between my legs, dripping onto the floor. Jake reached around and jerked me in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing over the head. "Tight fucking hole," he muttered.
"Taking it like you were made for it."
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. This angle hit something inside that made my vision blur. He fucked harder, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine. Every time he bottomed out, I felt it in my gut. My balls tightened fast.
"Don't come yet," he ordered, slowing just enough to drag it out. He leaned down and bit my nipple, sucking hard while his cock stayed buried and throbbed. Then he sped up again, pounding until the couch creaked.
I couldn't hold back. My orgasm hit like a punch, cum shooting across my stomach and chest in thick ropes. My ass clenched around him, and Jake grunted, slamming in one last time. He unloaded deep inside me, hot pulses filling me up, some leaking out around his shaft.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. He pulled out slow, watching his load drip from my used hole. "Round two in the shower," he said, already half-hard again. "This time you ride me."
I followed him, legs shaky, already wanting more of that raw, dirty stretch.
